Once again, led astray by gremlins in my computer, I didn’t get to spend the day writing as I had hoped. Sigh.
Instead, I will leave this poem by Rumi:
Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see the beauty.
If we say we can, we’re lying
If we say No, we don’t see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
besides ourselves, and only that so
miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
we shall be saying finally,
with tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
we shall be a mighty kindness.